Sunday, August 30, 2009

A poem by E.E.Cummings

I carry your heart with me
I carry it in my heart
I am never without it
Anywhere i go, you go , my dear
And whatever is done by only me is
your doing, my darling
I fear no fate
for you are my fate , my sweet
I want no world , for, beautiful
you are my world, my ture
Here is the deepest secret no one knows
Here is the root of root
and the bud of the bud
and the sky of a tree called life
which grows higher then the soul can hope
or mide can hide
It is the wonder that is keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart , I carry it in my heart.

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